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late night thoughts


               late night thoughts
               Hate might rot
               Love might save me
               Or might not

               Lying down
               Not leaving town
               Thinking lately
               Things that frown

               Stuck in a cubical
               The saddest musical
               Remembering, vaguely
               Remembering too little

               This mental state
               Or what’s called fate
               Changed me greatly
               it’s now too late

               Too late to save
               Too much I gave
               Chop this shame tree
               dig my grave
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